As my days grew longer,
And nights grew shorter,
And every little thing I did made an affect on me and everyone else,
I realized I was losing,
Losing my life,
Depression was eating me alive,
My head was spinning,
And My legs were wobbly,
As I fell to the ground,
I realized this was the last breath I was about to take...
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Dark poems
PoetryThese poems... Some will be dark, Some will be sad, Or some will be about love...